A Satyr or Ditty Upon the Jarring of the Two East_India_ C___ys. 1701
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One Morn as lately Museing, I went to the Citty to Poll, where Members then were a
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chusing, I chanc'd to take up a Scrowl, A Stinging jest be my Soul, it afterwards happn'd to
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be, for the first Words as I unrould, were a gree you rich Cuckolds a gree,
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Tho th' Authors, brains did Ramble,
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The Sence was Po'ynant and Strong,
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I soon found by the Preamble,
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Twas made of the Trading Throng;
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That to East India belong,
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As by the matter you'l see,
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For the Burthen, still of the Song,
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Was Agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
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Their Golden Baggs, Increasing,
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The old Company, purse proud grew,
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Till at last two Million raising,
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Some Others Sett up a new;
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And they were for Trafficking too,
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And Cheating, by Land, and by Sea,
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And Swore they'd t'other undooe,
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Come agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
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Resolv'd to be thought thrifty,
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They gott Subscriptions, like mad,
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Some wrote, ten hundred, and fifty,
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A thousand, more then they had,
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I thought e'm bewitch'd, be gad
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Or that I soone Vission, did see,
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But the Old, to truckle they made,
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Come agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree;
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A thousand Rogues, and Cheaters,
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In Cornhill you'd hear them call,
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The Tories, and the Tubmeeters,
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That roosted nere Leaden Hall,
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Oh how Cheapside, too did bawl,
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At those in the Polterie,
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For shame, leave Acting your Droll,
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And agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
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To the sennate, then with vigour,
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The Old soon after adress'd,
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Tho halfe were chows'd by the Tiger,
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That wondrous pollitique Beast,
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The whilst the unfortunate rest,
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In course outvoted must be,
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Was ever known such a Jest,
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Come agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
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Tho balk'd by this digression,
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Yet moving another spring,
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They made a mends the next Session,
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And clearly carried the thing,
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To Court, their Case, then they bring,
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And reverence made on the knee,
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But the answer gott from the _ K
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Was agree ye rich Cuckolds agree.
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Tho kept a while at Distance,
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Yet least they should totally droop,
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They gott a Legall Existence,
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And then were straight cock a hoop,
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But When the new ones did stoop,
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The t'other as huffing, would be,
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For now agen they gott up,
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Come agree, stubborn Cuckolds, agree.
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The New with false sham storys,
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Of which each Noddle was full,
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Equipt S:W:N:
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As Enboy to the Mogoll,
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And he did the Collony foole,
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With tidings that never will be,
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Were e're stockjobbers, soe dull,
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Come agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree,
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This Old, that knew this Passage,
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And what Comission, he bore,
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A Jolly Lad, with A Message,
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To Contradict it sent ore,
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Another Packett, he wore,
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Five hundred Pounds, was his fee,
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It should have been as much more,
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Come agree, to that, Mizers, agree.
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Ye Jarring Powers that rule us,
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What foolish doings are here,
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Whilst these two factions fool us,
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No honest man can apear,
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No Mayor be Chose for the yeare,
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But that some trick in't will be,
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Nor Knight can stand for the shire,
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Come agree ye rich Cuckolds, agree,
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What hopes to have free Senates,
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Whilst you are playing this Game,
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And bribe the Boors, and Tennants,
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Through spite each other to tame,
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The Church, too faith has a Maime,
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Whilst Whiggs, and high Tories, their be,
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Reform, Reform, then for shame,
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And agree, ye rich Cuckolds, agree,
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